Watching a hippie get high is like
watching a fish swim... but seeing an otherwise conservative Willy
"Death of a Salesman" Loman type blasting coke up his nose is always fun
to watch, and of course quite rare, and Dennis Weaver, known for
playing either tough or frantic roles, kind of balances both here...
His
good wife's Karen Grassle, his good son's James Spader, his semi-wild
buddy's Jeffrey Tambor and the truly wild office flirt, who introduced
him to the dealer to gave him a boost, is Pamela Bellwood, so the cast
is sublime... But what makes this work is the realistic arc into
his addiction and how the drug is treated here: first helping his
fledgling sales (the best part) until the monkey starts showing, aka, he
becomes a scene: And the more Dennis does coke the more he strays
from McCloud and morphs into the zany motel worker in Touch of Evil, and
overall, whether soberly depressed or high as a kite or crashing like
one, does a fantastic job, not overacting like he could have... meaning,
he really seems high on coke, not some old actor putting us on. Rating: ****
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